Lance Harper and Lucy Burns have avoided one another all through high school. He’s the son of the town psychic; she’s the daughter of a fundamentalist preacher. But the wall between them crumbles when Lance has a mind-splitting vision of Lucy’s bathtub suicide.
She resists his help, desperate to take a dark secret to an early grave.
Fate has other plans.
Lance and Lucy share chilling flashes of a different kind of blood bath. A dark figure. A gun. A high school massacre. A hallway full of bodies.
Can Lucy overcome tensions at home that threaten to crush her? Can Lance convince her that there are no bat wings and cauldrons in his living room?
As they attempt to put their polar differences aside to save their classmates—and manage to fall in love along the way—a deranged killer loads a gun and plots a horrific Columbine-style homecoming that no one will forget.
Melissa Abrehamsen is the author of the young adult novel, FORETOLD. She's also a proud Army/Navy mom, licensed minister and certified life coach. Which means she's a magnet for people who want to transform from the inside out. When she's not helping people renew their mind, will and emotions, she's dating her husband in their freshly empty nest in Central Florida, where they live with their two Fruitloops-for-crazy-town dachshunds.
Melissa Abrehamsen is the author of the young adult novel, FORETOLD. She's also a proud Army/Navy mom, licensed minister and certified life coach. Which means she's a magnet for people who want to transform from the inside out. When she's not helping people renew their mind, will and emotions, she's dating her husband in their freshly empty nest in Central Florida, where they live with their two Fruitloops-for-crazy-town dachshunds.
I needed Lance to look past Lucy's God Squad persona and truly sense that there's something infinite inside this suicidal girl. Something that eventually links them on a heart level. This scene encapsulates his instant spark for her. Which gave me the opportunity to take him on a journey of patience and self-awareness.
Book Excerpt
Foretold
“Lucy?” Landon said. “No one knows you’re here.”
She hesitated, and the half-light brushed her skin, her hair, giving the illusion she was drifting. Between this world and the next? His pulse sped up and he rubbed his cheeks, yanked from her spell, unnerved by the power she held over him. His gaze dropped to her feet where she toed the carpet. He patted the futon, giving her his best neutral look, the one that said everything would be okay.
She tucked her hair behind her ears and sat facing him. “Sorry. I get a little weird when I’m all edgy.” She pulled her knees in front of her like a barrier.
“Don’t sweat it.” He could smell himself. Deodorant slash sweat. He whipped off his shirt, lobbed it across the room, and threw on a t-shirt from his clean laundry pile.
“How come you’re so…so intuitive?” She tilted her head, like she was burrowing into his mind.
Sensation skittered up his spine until he reminded himself he was the psychic. Not her.
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